Identity.

The normal half an hour bus ride seemed incredibly long. I never knew that. It was probably due to the fact that I've been sleeping in the buses almost everyday whenever I travel to school. Almost everyday. The opportunity cost - special moments with yourself. I regret sleeping on buses after yesterday. The serenity that one experiences when you're all alone in your own world with the boundaries set up by your long term best friend - the Ipod, you can't help but feel a sense of nostalgia at that very moment. All the nonchalence that I've been displaying into school towards people around me does go to waste whenever I'm alone. As much as I always claim that I hate myself, I'm actually still quite frank with myself. Too tired to lie and do a facade in front of the mirror.

School makes me tired. Tired of breathing in the mephitic vapour that's creeping around in school. Tired of the vituperations that are being exchanged among so many people. Tired of deluding people. Tired of pretending.

To compensate myself, I'll make my future, which includes (next 8 years):

- NUS FASS & AAAB & appear on the school's screen for A's.
- Contact Rugger/Blacks
- Photography.
- Roaming around the world for a few months
- Going to all over the world to try all the theme parks
- Try not to get hurt all over again.

I wish I could bubblewrap my heart

in case I fall and break apart

I'm not God I can't change the Stars

I don't know if there's life on Mars

But I know you've hurt

The people that you love

And those who cared for you

I want nothing to do

With the things you're going through

This is the last time

I give up this heart of mine

I'm telling you that

I'm a broken man who's finally realised

Standing in Moonlight

But you're black on the inside

Do you think you ought to cry?

This is Goodbye.

I'm a little dazed and confused

Life's a bitch, so are you.

All my days have turned into nights

Cos living without without you in my life

And you wrote a book

About how to be aliar and lose all your friends

I mean nothing at all

Cos I'm just another ghost that's been in your bed.

Do you think you ought to cry?



This is Goodbye.